Chapter 24 - Mind Arts and Middleton
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9:00 Am in Middleton, Kim Possible's House…
With the ringing of a tinny alarm clock on a bedside table, Bonnie Rockwaller was ripped from the burnt ruins of Ron's Mindscape to a far less chaotic, but still slightly unfamiliar location.
For the last three weeks, Bonnie had been living in the Possible family's guest bedroom, because Camille Leon was potentially aiming to kill the woman, and the Possible family's home was far, FAR more fortified than it appeared, with energy based barriers built into the walls, and several banks of (nonlethal) laser turrets operating on a sophisticated defense network that was designed by both Kim's father and Wade. A very useful living arrangement because nobody knew whether or not the shape-shifter intended to complete the assassination now that the twins were in jail…
The Rockwaller twins were in jail… orange jumpsuits, a large, tattoo'd skinhead woman named Bernice making them their bitches…
Annnd just like that, a big fat smile slipped across Bonnie's face, and her mood grew far more buoyant and optimistic. Despite the fact that she was currently the potential target of assassination, despite the fact she was living with Kim and having to put up with the girl's disgustingly wholesome home-life, Bonnie was happy… Connie and Lonnie Rockwaller were disgraced, disowned, arrested, and jailed, with a fifty-thousand dollar bail (each) that they couldn't afford, Bonnie was talking to her mom on the phone every single day…
And all was right with the world!
After throwing on some clothing, Bonnie walked down the stairs to breakfast, where she found the Possible family doing what they do, eating healthy, exchanging witty banter, being excellent, and she smiled like a loon. Then, after ruffling the twins' hair in a way that made them both squirm, she settled in for some eggs, and she turned her attention towards a tablet that Kim was turning in her direction.
"Last night, a tech agent at GJ managed to gather CCTV footage to back-track the stolen U-Haul truck that was used to transport Debutante to the mall. Apparently, the truck originated in a warehouse in Middleton's East side," Kim explained, as a series of pictures of an ad-hoc lair were shown one after another. "This was where Camille was hiding out until just a day or two ago…"
"That… lair… doesn't look like the hidey-hole of an heiress turned sneak thief," Bonnie pointed out, as she saw photo after photo of dusty rafters, cracked and yellow-tinted windows, and a thin futon resting atop a trio of lined up wooden pallets…
"No," Kim agreed, a worried expression upon her face. "It looks more like a person with nothing to lose biding their time…"
"So I'm in danger," Bonnie asked.
"I captured her cat, and I'm housing you," Kim replied with a sigh. "Even with this house's defenses and multiple teams of GJ agents observing us around the clock, which they are… I don't like this."
"We're bait," Bonnie muttered.
"Maybe, but we're still much safer this way," Kim countered with a sigh. "Camille's behavior is off, which is happening often enough lately that Global Justice is taking an interest…"
"And just what does that interest look like," Bonnie asked, when Kim trailed off and speared some egg on her fork.
"DNAmy," Kim replied.
"Huh," Bonnie chewed out through a mouthful of egg.
"DNAmy is a scientist that likes to splice together regular animals to make weaponized monsters," Kim furthered.
"Like Debutante," Bonnie mused.
Nodding her head, Kim gestured at a series of photos that contained hundreds of cages, a vast amount of very large machines, and a gigantic lab full of various chemicals. "DNAmy's operations are always large, power-hungry and hard to move, which makes locating her quite a bit easier than someone like Camille…"
"Who can shape-shift," Bonnie finished.
"What we're banking on is the fact that the chemical mutagen that DNAmy uses to facilitate most of her gene splicing is very rare, hard to get, and is being monitored by Global Justice," Kim continued, while displaying an enormously complex chemical compound upon the tablet's screen. "With that in mind, I'm awaiting dispatch when she tries to steal or purchase that chemical, so that I can start trying to locate the root of this problem."
"Except it's been a month now, and that still hasn't happened," Bonnie pointed out.
At that, Kim could only nod with a somewhat listless sigh…
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Half an hour later, when Kim re-emerged from her bedroom wearing the blue and black body-suit that all front -line GJ agents wear, she reunited with Bonnie in the front vestibule of her house, and they moved down the driveway towards the minivan. Once again, Kim was about to head to her summer internship at GJ, and since she was currently acting as Bonnie Rockwaller's body-guard, the brunette would be coming along…
Suffice it to say, Kim was spending A LOT of time with Bonnie Rockwaller these days, which wasn't anywhere near as bad as the redhead thought it would be, because as it turns out, Bonnie was legitimately trying to control her toxic behavior. Oh, Bonnie was still a bitch, but the moments where she said or did unkind things appeared to bother the brunette just as much as they did Kim, which made the entire situation completely surreal for the both of them. It felt like they were both getting upset at a mean-spirited ghost that was assuming control of Bonnie's body for mere moments at a time and was resisting all attempts to be fully exorcized from her body.
Bonnie was on the mend, she was trying her best, and she was taking a real interest in Global Justice because of its connection to 'her man'. Ron Stoppable was becoming a Yamanouchi ninja, and since Global Justice subcontracted Yamanouchi ninjas to exterminate the 'unseen', Bonnie Rockwaller wanted to know more about how that worked, and she was sniffing around in a way that Kim would find completely impossible…
Due to the fact that Bonnie was technically just a visitor at GJ that was being dragged around by Kim, the woman was allowed to wear whatever the hell she wanted to wear in the process… and she was driving all of the men within the halls of GJ absolutely crazy with an endless series of skin-tight blouses, pencil skirts and thigh high stockings…
By this point, more than a dozen men within the offices of GJ were actively looking into what the 'unseen' were within the office's most classified file-rooms, in an attempt to ingratiate themselves to the absurdly sexy, barely-legal brunette that was apparently interested in knowing about REAL supernatural phenomena.
And the only part of the process that bothered Kim was the fact that Bonnie was making a better impression at HER internship than SHE was, which she would've called unfair if she thought she had the seduction game that Bonnie Rockwaller did (which she didn't). While, yes, Kim was quite aware that she was an attractive woman, she simply couldn't see herself dropping pens so that she could bend over in dangerously short skirts, or any of the other seduction techniques that Bonnie performed with so much finesse and so little shame.
Long story short, after arriving at work, making coffee, moving a stack of documents to the printer room for a scan and collating session, and then sending nearly fifty identical emails via the printer's impossibly fussy touch-screen interface, Kim returned to the desk-space allotted to her to find Bonnie Rockwaller putting on a show.
The woman was already surrounded by five of GJ's desk jockeys… Ultra-scholastic looking men who were SUPPOSED to be hard at work, but were apparently interested in helping Bonnie achieve nothing at all.
And Bonnie Rockwaller was encouraging this attention, not with words or even actions, but with a series of provocative poses and facial expressions that any teenaged girl could point out from a mile away. The uncrossing and crossing of her legs maneuver transitioned seamlessly into the crossing of her arms under her bust to frame her cleavage to perfection, and then the biting her bottom lip after laughing a joke routine led into a wink that was both familiar and flirty in the extreme.
Kim was grossed out… and impressed… but only because she approved of Bonnie's actual goals… The 'unseen' were an existence that nobody at GJ would talk about, and yet you could tell that the organization WAS aware of them, because people moved off in a hurry whenever the phenomena was brought up in conversation. The red, capitalized word CLASSIFIED was stamped all over matters concerning the unseen, so Kim watched Bonnie seduce every man in the office, and she did her absolute best not to judge the woman for being so damned good at it.
Doo doo di doo~!
Abruptly, all conversation throughout the office space came to an end, as a wide array of paper-pushers turned in Kim's direction, and stared at the teal blue communication device that she was pulling from her cargo pants pocket.
"Adrena Lynn is robbing Middleton's largest chemical manufacturer using a series of chemical weapons of unknown design," Wade announced over the Kimmunicator loud enough for everyone in the office to hear. "She's firing off toxic darts and gas cannisters that appear to cause crippling fear and anxiety in everyone that they're subjected to."
Right away, Kim figured there was some irony in Adrena's method of attack, considering the woman's career as a stunt-woman was ruined when she was revealed to be a cowardly faker. At the same time, according to camera footage of the attack, Adrena was not wearing any gas masks to protect herself from the chemical's effects.
"Out of character bravery," Kim mused, even as she dashed towards the stairs, making her way towards the rooftop helipad, where a VTOL airplane would be waiting for her arrival. The chances were good that Adrena was just the latest in a series of perception twisted pawns in someone else's game, and since Kim couldn't help
Ron find out which Yamanouchi elder was ordering Yori around, she needed to do what she could with the leads at her disposal.
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In what ended up being a futile gesture, Bonnie opened her mouth and reached out in Kim's direction, only for the woman to dash into the stairwell and disappear from sight. Once again, Kim was running off on a mission, leaving her behind to wallow within the comfortable boredom of the office.
So, so, soooo very boring…
But that was the moment that a slim male agent with the name Mr. Arneault stenciled into his uniform jogged past, stopped upon sighting the forlorn look upon Bonnie's face, and then sighed as if he simply couldn't stand it. "You knowwww… Myself and a few other guys are heading over to the incident site to act as backup, and there aren't many locations safer than with a full squad of GJ agents… Wanna come?"
After thinking back to all the other days she'd spent just sitting in the off-white office-space surrounded by sweater-vest wearing office clerks, a smile quickly developed across Bonnie's face and she rose to her feet. "Well, I am taking part in an unofficial internship… It would be a shame for me to miss the meat and potatoes of what you guys do…"
"If by meat and potatoes you mean flying slow circles around the manufacturing plant just in case something unforeseen happens, then yes," Smith replied with a grin. "Kim tends to pacify problems quickly, so we focus our attention on mopping up those villains that try to run away."
With the understanding that agent Arneault was hoping to entertain her from the relative safety of a VTOL airplane waiting on standby, Bonnie smoothly rose to her feet, and gave the man a million dollar smile. "Lead the way, good sir."
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Ten minutes later, after careening across the city in a very sleek variety of high-speed VTOL, Kim and another GJ agent by the name of Will Du launched themselves out of a bulkhead door on the side of the aircraft's hull with belaying lines attached to their waists that allowed them a controlled descent to the roof of the chemical manufactory. Affixed to their faces were compact little gas masks, attached to their hips was the exact same variety of bonding gun that Ron stole from Senior Senior, and curled around their ears was a pair of radio earpieces. Earpieces that were of vital importance, because Kim never knew what the hell Agent Du had in mind, and the man was prone to making impulsive decisions in his desire to be the so-called 'leader' of their pairing. It felt like the man was in a hurry to make a decision, any decision at all, in order to beat her to the punch, which forced her to clean up his messes on a semi-regular basis, which in turn hurt the man's pride. It was a vicious cycle, and it had Kim requesting another escort on a regular basis, only to be denied every single time.
According to Doctor Director, the Head of Global Justice, Will Du was the very best special agent within hundreds of miles, and Kim was just being fussy because she was used to having Ron… and since Kim couldn't really deny that fact, her arguments ended up sounding both childish and petty. Which sucked because her arguments WEREN'T petty, They were founded in her desire not to have a daily pissing contest with the one person she needed to be able to trust…
But all of those matters were immaterial now, as Kim followed Will Du's headlong sprint towards a row of skylight windows that the man shattered into pieces with a silenced pistol, and then followed him down into the building with no subtlety at all.
And it was a trap… OF COURSE it was a trap…
With the benefit of common sense, Kim managed to prevent herself from falling into the living-room-sized metallic box-trap waiting for them in the lobby below by firing her grappling hook up towards the window that she just descended through. Then she pried open the flange sealing closed the lid of the box trap with her body suspended in mid-air, allowing agent Du to pull himself out of the trap along with a cloud of green gas.
Apparently, the trap was meant to submerge its victims within Adrena's fear-inducing toxin until they panicked and passed out, but it didn't work as intended because Will was wearing a gas mask…
Then again, now that Kim was looking at the man, agent Du looked pretty shaken up, with his head whipping right and left as if he was looking for a non-existent zombie swarm, and while Kim did appreciate being vigilant, the man's mental state currently looked… off.
"Red to Dispatch," Kim prompted into the radio headpiece that she was wearing. "The green gas appears to cause heightened anxiety and paranoia through exposure to the skin."
After whipping a pair of angry and upset eyes in Kim's direction, Du appeared to notice his own altered state of cognition, and the argument that he wanted to make never emerged from his lips.
"Dispatch to Red, breaking out the HAZMAT suits," a woman's tinny voice replied over the radio. "Are you going to pull out and change into PPE (personal protective equipment)?"
"No time," Kim breathed out with just a flicker of a scowl in Will Du's direction. "Henchco sensor-tech will already have detected us during our… infiltration… so we need to maximize what surprise we have remaining by moving very, very fast."
"Understood, last time cameras and the infra-red sensors managed to pick up Adrena's presence, she was approaching lab number five where the mutagen is manufactured," the dispatcher confirmed.
"Ten-four," Kim responded as she disengaged the prongs of her grapple hook, dropped towards the lobby floor with the belaying line retracting into its rig at her hip, and then landed in a superhero crouch on the tiles. Then she turned towards Will and she shrugged her shoulders in a helpless fashion. "I know this is going to piss you off, agent Du, but I'm leaving you behind. Go get yourself detoxed by the support staff outside."
Even as Will spluttered in protest and reached out in her direction, a series of wheels emerged from the confines of Kim's boots, intense flames began ejecting from their heels, Kim started careening down the hallway in the direction of lab number five, and a round, disk-like shield was emerging from the wristband on her left arm.
The shield was a very good idea.
While rounding a corner, a series of stationary weapon emplacements fired an array of toxic darts in Kim's direction that she deflected aside, followed by a cloud of neon green gas that she managed to outpace and avoid. Unfortunately for Will Du, who was sprinting down the hall with a wild and anxious expression upon his face, he arrived just in time for the cloud of gas to obstruct his progress, and he was forced to roll behind a marble pillar to avoid yet more toxic darts.
And secretly, shamefully, Kim was happy to be rid of the man, because trying to follow his lead slowed her down to an extent that she simply couldn't countenance. A fact that became even more obvious, as Kim reached the end of yet another hallway, skated along a wall in order to avoid several metal wires attached to chemical explosives, barrel rolled free of yet another barrage of darts, and then maxed out the jets of her skates to all but fly the remaining distance to lab number five…
Sliding to a stop in the doorway to the lab, Kim caught sight of Adrena Lynn, a tall, athletic but curvy blonde, kitted up with the same variety of gear that kim herself was wearing, with belaying lines, a series of dart and gas launchers attached to her thighs, all manner of tools hanging from her belt, and a hover-sled covered in boxes that she was drawing across the room.
Adrena saw Kim power slide to a stop just inside the door before killing the thrust and retracting the wheels in her jet-skates.
Kim locked eyes with Adrena and arched an eyebrow at the woman.
Adrena instantly turned a nozzle on a canister at her hip, releasing a bright green toxin to slowly fill the room… "We'll see who the real coward is," the villainess growled, an off-brand variety of menace to her voice and facial features.
Without responding, Kim instantly started dashing in Adrena's direction because the female daredevil's behavior was just as off as she was beginning to expect these days, which meant the situation was likely to get increasingly lethal…
Unfortunately for Kim, she was right.
All of the sudden, hundreds of dog-sized genetically-altered animal hybrids launched out of every vent, drain and hidey-hole that the lab had to offer, rushing in Kim's direction in a wave of teeth and claws, even as Adrena's gas altered the landscape into a green tinted nightmare straight out of a horror game. At exactly the same time, an egg-shell thin, emerald green aura shroud appeared to cover Kim's body as Clare tightened up her pores to slow down osmosis through her skin, and sped up her cognition of events so that she could react to the swarm that was rushing in her direction.
Events started moving at an inhuman pace after that, and even Kim, who was basically a superhuman from birth, was quite grateful for the spiritual leg-up that Ron's soul was providing. A squirrel/bat/cat hybrid slashed its claws through the air where Kim's head just was, as she ducked low, fired a glue-projectile up at its body, pirouetted left, and then dashed forward through a mass of feathers, scales, claws, and teeth. A hound/fox/pigeon mixture attempted to flap its wings to angle back in her direction when she juked to its left, but Kim guided it into the side of a desk with a knife bladed hand, and then affixed it to the wood with yet another shot from her bonding gun. Then Kim was breaking free from the vanguard of the mutant forces, she was within just a meter of Adrena Lynn, and the woman was lifting the muzzle of her dart gun with a look of wild animosity upon her face.
"You destroyed my image! You derailed my career," the blonde villainess screamed, her face twisted with wrath, her eyes shaking with emotion.
"I saved your life and you KNOW IT," Kim called back, even as she bobbed left out of the way of a trio of darts, and then was forced to cartwheel aside when an ever increasing tidal-wave of different monsters sought to devour her body.
"What I know is I'm gonna win, I'm gonna show you once and for all," Adrena screamed as she emptied yet another magazine of toxic darts towards Kim's chest, only for the redhead to evade them all as she leapt, rolled, twisted and turned towards the door and fired her bonding gun over and over again. Within just ten seconds a growing pile of glued up creatures were scattered across the floor or affixed to nearby furniture, but a rottweiler/hummingbird mixture was biting down on the girl's booted ankle, a snake with ape arms was trying to curl around her thigh, and even more hybrid monsters were pouring into the room.
Crack, crash, clatter, boom!
GJ just did what they could to assist Kim's retreat, firing smoke bombs full of sedative gas into the lab through the window, forcing Adrena to stop firing her dart gun to move deeper into the lab, and allowing Kim to struggle towards the door without having to roll away from her constant projectiles.
Then Kim was in the hallway again, she was engaging her jet skates to fly free from the hoard of creatures that were nipping at her heels, and she was rushing through the halls towards the nearest exit in the building's floor-plan.
More and larger beasts were emerging from the basement sections of the building, making it perfectly obvious that this whole entire operation was a trap, that multiple villains were working together, and that capturing Kim was likely the goal from the very beginning. A boar/bear/lion emerged from the hallway to the right so Kim swerved to the left, then a panther/hippopotamus crashed through the wall to Kim's left, forcing her to flip over its body into a wave of flying debris, before flailing in the air and bouncing painfully down the hallway.
Crashing to a stop at the bottom of a short flight of stairs, Kim noted that her body was far more durable with Clare's involvement, as while she was currently collecting many scratches and bruises, she normally would've sprained an ankle in that crash landing. A fact that was clearly surprising her enemies, as Adrena's mouth was hanging open down the hall, where she was directing a never ending swarm of beasties to continue rushing in her direction.
The situation was spiraling out of Kim's control… so after rising back to her feet and reengaging her rocket skates, kim trained her bonding gun at the nearest window, shattered the glass outwards with a few well aimed shots, and then launched herself into the air, three floors up above the ground. Then Kim was falling, she was turning in the air with her grapple gun in hand and she was firing a grapple-hook claw up towards the lip of the roof, only for a massive eagle shaped creature to fly in the way at the very last second, get caught up in her line instead, and then drop towards the earth when its wings were hampered from properly flapping.
Thinking quickly, Kim yanked the bird/beast creature in her direction, slowing her descent using its mass before it began falling in her direction.
It wasn't enough.
Dropping heavily to the ground for the second time in less than a minute, Kim rolled out of her crash landing on the parking lot, braced herself against a car as she pushed herself back to her feet, and then took in the carnage that was happening all around her with her mouth hanging open. In every direction, mutant monsters were attacking scattered GJ agents who were trying to fire their guns only to find that someone had activated a series of electromagnetic ballistic dampeners, and off in the distance a pair of VTOLs were being torn from the sky by a series of gigantic flying creatures.
Boom!
The closest VTOL, the one that was supporting her operation from a standby, crashed down into the parking lot in a tightly packed spin, before rolling to a stop with smoke pouring out of its engines… and Kim could barely believe her eyes because of the scope of it all.
This wasn't some standalone villain's ad-hoc scheme… This was a big operation, with a lot of resources and management going into its fruition… which posed the question.
What was the goal?
Crack, boom!
Looking to her right towards the closest downed VTOL, Kim's blood ran cold, as she saw the worst case scenario play out right in front of her eyes. After a slim looking male GJ agent pulled a roughed up looking Bonnie Rockwaller from the downed VTOL by her hair, he threw her to her knees on the tarmac before transforming to reveal the fact that he was Camille Leon all along, and then she pointed a pistol at the back of the brunette's head.
"If you hurt Bonnie, I will have GJ put Debutante DOWN," Kim immediately screamed in the heiress's direction.
While Camille did flinch at the threat to her beloved pet's life, in the end, her features smoothed out and a smile grew across her face. "Cold Kim,... very cold… I guess we all have it in us when we have nothing to lose… I will spare Bonnie's life, but only if you take off the skates that you're wearing, shoot yourself with your bonding gun, and then kneel on the ground.
Kim immediately began composing a long string of text messages to Ron over the HUD messenger system because she already knew where this was heading… She wasn't going to be conscious two minutes from now.
This attack wasn't just about the mutagen, it wasn't just about Bonnie, it wasn't even about Kim… Whatever evil organization this was… they were amassing everything that they needed to sweep away their competition…
And judging by the fact that the mind-altering phenomenon was happening both in America and in Japan…
Ron needed to know about it.
With a gun pointed at Bonnie's head, and all of the GJ agents in full retreat from a never-ending tide of furry, scaly, claw tipped monsters, Kim Possible took her time removing her skates, and then aimed her bonding gun towards her own wrists… She made her hands look shaky and uncooperative to buy herself time, because she had a lot of information to convey, and she saw Adrena Lynne approaching with her dart gun raised.
Pop!
Kim's hands were affixed together in front of her body.
Pop!
A green-colored dart was embedded in Kim's upper thigh.
Anxiety, fear, terror… Kim gasped and her heart rate exploded in her chest even as Clare tried to assure her that the toxin was nonlethal and she would metabolize it as quickly as possible. The world swam, the sky crashed to the earth, Kim hyperventilated, Kim saw stars… and then the world went dark.
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Two Hours Earlier, Yamanouchi Japan…
In the hours following Kim, Tara, Bonnie and Monique's rather abrupt exit from Ron's mindscape, he resolutely repaired and then cleaned up his inner domain, tackling the task like the spiritual housecleaning that it was, while spending the time ruminating upon his current situation…
Ron wanted to keep Yori.
There it was. That was the situation.
It was very… unwise… for Ron to feel the way that he felt given how possessive some of his soulmates were… but he felt it nonetheless, and now that he was sitting within his mindscape, a small part of his conviction felt like it was being fed to him directly by his spirit… Yori loved him, and she was good for him, and she would elevate both his life and his spiritual well-being… and he knew it with what felt like a soul-deep inner certainty.
Sigh…
Life was about to get dramatic again, but Ron knew what he wanted and he knew what he would do…
After donning a pair of dark gray gi pants, Ron approached the highly decorative door that was standing like a monolith near one of the inner walls of his pavilion, and he moved to knock on its pale wooden surface only for it to swing open from just the lightest little touch.
The door to Yori's mindscape was wide open… Ron felt welcome, and he knew to trust the feeling, so he entered through the brilliantly bright threshold and emerged somewhere else entirely.
Yori's mindscape was spectacular.
After moving past a large dojo in a traditional Japanese home, Ron emerged into a warm, sun-dappled courtyard, complete with a comfy looking pavilion, a zen-garden spanning an area off to the right, a series of small bridges spanning an enormously complex and stunning koi pond to the left, and a terraced view of a picturesque mountainscape. Yori's mindscape, unlike Ron's, didn't legitimately go on for as far as the eye could see. On the other hand, the distant illusions were so artfully constructed, the visuals felt open, airy and not at all confining.
Standing in the closest corner of the courtyard was Yori's avatar... A perfect replica of the woman standing tall and proud and as lifelike and perfect as the woman herself, displaying a supreme level of familiarity with human biology and the systems that make it work…
Out in the zen-garden area, sitting upon a wide pillow atop a flat-surfaced rock, was Yori herself, her legs crossed into a full lotus, her eyes closed, her hands resting atop her kneecaps with her palms facing up towards the sky, her body covered with a lightweight robe. The woman's posture was relaxed but perfect, her face looked ethereal and serene.
She was beautiful.
Ron simply stood where the dojo met the courtyard for several moments in a row, watching his newest soulmate commune with the universe while coming to terms with her recent actions, but then he felt the moment she recognized his presence, so he silently moved to stand in front of her
"I can feel you like I could in your mindscape," Yori quietly remarked, as her eyes slowly drew open and a soft, sad smile graced her heart-shaped face. "You suffer for me…"
"My other soulmates feel that your entry into my mindscape constitutes emotional infidelity," Ron admitted while suppressing a sigh. "And it hurts because they're not wrong… Out in the real world, as we were falling asleep, I recognized that I really do hold strong affection and care for you, and that was before I felt you in here, felt your love and devotion, your cares and concerns, the different drives and emotions that make you who you are… So, yeah… I feel guilty."
"You must sever the connection between your mindscape and mine," Yori immediately suggested, her voice firm, her expression resolved, her emotions a wild kaleidoscope of sadness and misery. Despite the brave face that she was putting on, despite how strong and self-sufficient she was, despite it all… the woman was hurting inside.
"No."
Ron's single word response completely filled Yori's courtyard, not because it was loud or stern or sharp or anything that you could pick up with your ears, but because of the intense emotions that he put into it. He cared about Yori, he recognized the profound emotional connection that facilitated their new bond, he refused to forsake Yori now that she was one of his soulmates, he refused to destroy something so meaningful merely to observe the status quo, he refused to let fear of the unknown push him around, and he didn't want to lose her…
"No," Yori quietly asked in return, her eyes wet with unshed tears.
"No," Ron repeated while dropping down to his knees in front of Yori's body, his butt resting atop his calves, and then accepted her into his arms when she crawled in his direction.
"You'll suffer for me," Yori repeated, her words both a prediction and a question.
"You're worth it," Ron breathed out into Yori's long and lustrous hair.
"I… promise… I will be," Yori haltingly panted out, her face burrowed down into where Ron's neck met his shoulders, her arms curled tight around his body.
For the next half an hour Mindscape-time, Yori curled around Ron's waist to hug him like a sloth, taking comfort from his body, allowing every gentle squeeze or touch that they exchanged to share their feelings back and forth. Then they drew apart, they stared into each other's eyes, Ron cupped the woman's cheeks, and they shared a soft, sweet and lingering kiss.
"My first kiss," Yori breathed out into Ron's cheek, just a split second before her face started burning a hot and fiery red. "And yet… I've already taken your manhood into my mouth…"
Once again, Ron found himself unable to respond to Yori's words, because, yes, she did suck his cock as she prepared to rape her way into his mindscape, and, yes, he could see why that would bother the woman… Rather than say anything at all, Ron merely held Yori close, he softly kissed her temple, and he did his utmost best to convey how little he cared about the initial circumstances of their joining, as well as the fact that his sexual backhistory was ANYTHING but ordinary…
All of the sudden, Yori perked up as Ron's thoughts reminded her of a matter that was of intense interest to her, and she drew her face back a foot so that she could look into his eyes... "Earlier tonight, when Possible san and the rest of my harem sisters were discussing my value… they said that you can… skill share… but… the desire I felt from them at the time wasn't the desire to learn… It felt more… sexual"
Yori just barely managed to breathe out the word sexual, her face warm, her eyes struggling to remain fixed upon Ron's face, before she drew in a deep breath, and she forced herself to ask the question. "Your women hunger for your body... within here… within the most sacred depths of your soul?"
"Yes… they do," Ron slowly admitted, along with a nod of his head and a look of slight chagrin upon his face. "Sexual intimacy within my mindscape feels almost exactly like it does out in the real world, and it facilitates a profound empathic connection. It allows me to share memories and skills with my women, and it allows them to do the same with me…"
"So that's what Possible san meant by me empowering you…" Yori mused even as her eyes trailed down Ron's body and she started fidgeting in his lap. "I… I can help you become a more proficient spiritualist merely by… loving you."
"I…. yes," Ron agreed, after forcing himself not to balk at the prospect.
"You… don't want to… with me," Yori haltingly asked, having sensed Ron's hesitation through his body language and expression. "Do you worry about the manipulator, and whatever plan he might have for us?"
"No" Ron quietly but meaningfully corrected. "I've decided not to worry about possible manipulation, because becoming stronger has been my goal all along, and I'll deal with the perpetrator when the time comes to do so… Truth be told, I'm just being… dumb."
For a moment, Yori and Ron blinked at each other, as she struggled to understand why Ron was insulting his own intelligence. Then she finally caught on, and her eyes grew wide in her incredulity.
"Truly, yes, indulging in ideals of fair play would be extremely unwise, Stoppable san," Yori immediately cautioned, while cupping Ron's cheeks to make him stare into her eyes. "Your life is in danger because you lack the spiritual awareness required to control your power. I, on the other hand, have an entire childhood spent accruing the experience that you lack…"
"I know that," Ron agreed with a small, helpless sigh. "I just… would've liked to attain power using my own skills…"
"Seduction is a skill, and I have been seduced," Yori interrupted when Ron's words started trailing to a stop. "Do not make light of your achievements this day. You've charmed a Yamanouchi kunoichi to the point she's eager to empower you, eager to lift you into prominence. Kings have tried and failed to do the same…"
"I… you… really are wonderful," Ron breathed out with a growing smile and a pair of arms curling around Yori's back.
"I would be wonderful to you," Yori whispered in return while pulling Ron's face to press their foreheads together...
For the next half a minute, Ron and Yori kissed again, as they felt each other's care, their affection… and their rapidly growing arousal for each other.
"Do you think it'll work in here, or should we relocate into my mindscape?" Even as Ron said those words, he allowed himself to be pulled towards the highly decorative pavilion area on the far side of Yori's courtyard, where a chair and a small den set-up enjoyed a view of the mountain slopes beyond. Then he saw the lounge chair transform into a loveseat that would easily couch two people, and he knew the answer to his question.
"In the moments after you entered my mindscape, it became more powerful, more solid, more connected to yours in a way that I could feel," Yori slowly breathed out. "I think it will work…"
Ron nodded his understanding as Yori eased him back into the loveseat as if it was a throne, and then straddled his lap, her robe sliding open to reveal her large, full, gloriously perky breasts.
"I've never felt hunger or thirst or any other physical need in my Mindscape before, but I want you… so badly," Yori admitted while sinking into Ron's body, his clothes fading away as her breasts flattened against his chest.
Nodding his understanding and agreement into Yori's hair, Ron's hands settled around her tiny little waist, slowing her movements because she was a virgin, his cock was big, and she was a little too eager…
"My first time will be a spiritual experience," Yori crooned into Ron's ear, as she slowly slid her pussy mound up his pelvis until his cockhead nestled against her vulva, and combed her fingers through his hair with a look of maxed out adoration on her face.
Ron squeezed Yori's wide, sexy hips, he stared into her eyes, he conveyed what needed conveying, and then he gasped in rare surprise. His large, fat cockhead suddenly shlicked between two unnaturally elastic pussy-lips, as Yori quickly rolled her hips down into his lap as if her hymen didn't even exist… and then it didn't, because the fleshy barrier drew apart in advance of his entrance, and her pussy welcomed him inside.
Long before Ron could come to terms with Yori's ability to manipulate her body, the woman stretched her pussy down around the first half of his cock, and then she just kept on moving, humping and undulating her hot, wet, tiny virgin cunt down the remainder of his wrist-thick dick like a berserker on a rampage… But she wasn't hurting, and he could see as much reflected in her eyes… at which point, the very last of his reservations were blown to smithereens. Abruptly, his hands tightened around Yori's hips, and he started moving with her to hilt himself inside.
"Please, Master. All of it, all of your penis, inside of my vagina, now, please," Yori begged, her melodic voice turned husky by desire.
"You're so fucking adorable," Ron moaned back, even as he started thrusting his hips up to meet Yori's downward humps, squeezing his cock deeper into her slick and steamy cunt with each and every pump, and his hands curled up under her big, bouncing tits to lightly squeeze at her nipples."
"I want it! I want your large penis hilted in my womb," Yori yelled, her eyes shut tight, her face bright red, her hips crashing down to finally squelch Ron's cock balls-deep inside of her rapidly regenerating pussy, and release a small stream of femcum to spill across his balls.
"Oh god, your super-innocent dirty talk is such a turn on," Ron moaned into Yori's hair, as the woman's violently trembling body curled forward atop his chest, and she kissed whatever patch of his shoulder and neck her mouth could reach... At the same time, he gently rubbed his hands up and down her back because the kunoichi was clearly having a moment, and he wanted to let her have it.
"I'm… so sorry, Master," Yori whimpered, her face burning so hot a red, Ron could feel it on his chest. "I was so excited to finally have you inside of me… I… climaxed all by myself… but I'll do better," she promised as she rose up into cowgirl position again with a look of almost dangerous seduction on her face and her hands pressed flush to her vaguely tented tummy. "I want to pleasure you with my body, Master… I want to make you seed me."
"You said that out in the real world too, and you said you're not on birth control," Ron pointed out, referencing the words that Yori ranted at him back when he was tied up.
"I do not use what I do not need," Yori purred, even as she started rowing her hips in Ron's lap, her full ass rolling up and down his thighs, her sexy little tummy undulating like a belly-dancer's, her virgin tight pussy making sloppy squishing sounds as it clung wetly to his shaft.
"Is there a reason you're so eager to become pregnant," Ron asked, even as his cock twitched and then launched a very thick and meaningful bolt of precum directly against the woman's cervix.
"You mean, beyond the fact my body is at peak fertility," Yori breathily replied, her sensual hip gyrations evolving into more physical full-dicked riding, her piping hot cuntmeat rhythmically tightening to squeeze and pull upon Ron's cockhead, and her hands splaying out to grope at his stomach muscles.
"I was just wondering about the timing, is all, because over in America, twenty-five is closer to the norm," Ron groaned, Yori's talented pussy legitimately milking his dick from base to crown with every single hump of her hips.
"While spiritualists can live very long lives (groan), I likely won't have the opportunity to do so (gasp) because I'm a frontline fighter," Yori slowly, shakily explained, her trembling hands cupping Ron's cheeks, her breasts flattening out atop his chest, her shivering cunt STRANGLING his dick with orgasmic intensity. "I'm highly trained (moan), and I go where I'm needed most, so I might be dead by twenty-five… like my parents before me."
At the tail end of Yori's words, Ron's arms gently curled around her back to pull her down into a hug, only for the woman to continue swinging her hips up and down, pumping his cock within her hot, wet, soft and sucking pussymeat with a series of syrupy squelches... The ravenette clearly wasn't even the slightest bit upset, as she immediately started sucking on his neck.
"So frontline ninja have children young," Ron finally panted out, the insistent pulling pumps of Yori's irresistible little cunt making his question important, because eventually the woman WOULD seduce him out in the real world.
"As soon as we find someone suitable (gasp), which is the main reason why (whine) I'm so very (whimper) popular," Yori keened into Ron's right shoulder, her thighs shaking as she fought her way through yet another pussy rattling orgasm.
Curling his body away from the backrest of the seat with his hands still cupping around Yori's big and bouncing asscheeks, Ron started lifting and dropping his lover up and down the length of his dick even as he looked into her lust clouded eyes. "Yori… The Yamanouchi men love you because you're lovable… Your excessively breedable body is just part of the package…"
"Thank you so much, Master," Yori instantly squeaked out, as Ron's praise made her pussy feel both weak and submissive, her legs snapped tight around the man's lower back, her arms tightened around his ribs, she rode him with a messy, lust-drunk abandon, she rubbed and bounced her breasts up and down his body… and she kissed whatever patch of his face she could access again and again and again and again…
A staccato rhythm of claps and slaps and wet sloppy squishes kept time to a high pitched, mewling moan, as Yori took to riding Ron's cock like a born that way nymphomaniac, undulating her baby-maker hips at supernatural speeds. A tactic that failed successfully, when her body suddenly shuddered and froze in a fit of renewed orgasm, she keened like a small animal, and her fuckjuice dripping pussy massaged Ron's cockhead in a way that couldn't be denied.
When Yori's tight and coiling climax turned her pussy into a massaging paradise of rhythmically clenching cuntmeat, Ron felt his balls start to tense up against his shaft… and he knew that it was time.
With a growl from low in his throat, Ron suddenly curled his arms up under Yori's knees, lifted her long, limber legs until they were wide at her sides, turned in place to ease the kunoichi down on her back, and then drew her calves up and over his shoulders. With that accomplished, he leaned in over the woman, dropped his fingers knuckles deep within her titflesh, and he started pounding his cock down into her hyperactive little pussy.
With every long, powerful, full-dicked swing of his hips, Ron forced a hot and frothy stream of flowing femcum and pussyjuices to splurt free from Yori's cunt, rough-fucking her through the peak of her climax until she completely lost it and screamed towards the ceiling. Then he bore down over her body to MATE PRESS the living hell out of her, and he felt his cockhead sinking deeper and deeper into her submissive little cervix.
"Someday soon, Master… I'll carry them for you," Yori promised through the sluttiest moan imaginable, her hands frantically groping and pulling at Ron's ribs, and her toes curling in the air. "I'll let all of our classmates see my baby-swollen belly, so that they'll know EXACTLY who I belong to!"
With a wild intensity in his eyes and newly trembling thighs, Ron leaned even further over Yori to cup both sides of her face, he stared deep into her eyes, he breathed out the word," mine," in a possessive little growl, and then he pressed his hips downwards to hilt himself inside.
Then they both felt the moment it began… Ron's balls started lurching and bucking atop Yori's upraised asscheeks, causing the Kunoichi to gasp and shiver even before he groaned his orgasm, and his cock expanded to nearly half again its normal size. Then the ravenette's trembling hands pulled Ron down into a clumsy, desperate kiss just in time for a powerful surge of boiling hot cum to expand his cumvein from within, and they moaned into each other's mouths as a thick, gluey, liquid mass expanded into place deep within her sex.
Ron's first cumshot was absolutely gigantic, and Yori felt it soak into the walls of her sex like liquid heat, setting her nervous system alight with electric sensation. The rapid-fire cumshots that followed bottlenecked between Ron's massive, pussy-plugging cockhead and her ineffectual little cervix, and then flushed even deeper, directly into her womb… and Yori's irises dilated wide over rapidly fluttering eyelids as she felt the enormity and thickness of it all, she recognized what Ron's virility would mean for her out in the real world, and she soundlessly screamed her renewed orgasm into her Master's sexy mouth.
Pregnant. Yori KNEW that she'd be pregnant with her Master's baby, someday very soon…
And that's when it happened, and it was absolutely everything that Yori desire it be…
Along with a brilliantly bright blue light and yet another surge of cum into her womb, an explosion of transcendental KNOWING grew within Yori's mind, transporting Ron's feelings for her throughout her whole entire body while conveying his familiarity with American culture directly into her mind. Along with this knowledge, Yori experienced a good chunk of the man's life experiences and childhood, his cares, his concerns, his parents (or lack thereof), the Possible family, the ball-games and hot dogs and summer fireworks shows that shone within his memory in a halo of warm nostalgia…
At exactly the same time, Ron was immersed in Yori's childhood, the loss of her parents around the time she started amassing permanent memories, the warm but highly structured childhood that she was provided by Yamanouchi disciples, the meditation and spiritualism practices that were skillfully integrated into absolutely everything that she did until finally, over time, she grew into the prodigy that she was today…
Yori's lifetime of diligent cultivation wasn't going to be something that could be imparted to Ron so quickly or easily, but what Ron did pick up was a sense of the world outside of his body and the energy that was crammed into his soul. Yamanouchi valley was completely SATURATED with spiritual energy, and if you live amongst the various benign spirits inhabiting its peaks long enough, you grow, you evolve, you become more perceptive to the world beyond the comfy and familiar confines of physical reality.
And now, with his cock rocking with climax balls-deep inside of Yori's silky soft depths, Ron grew aware of the world outside of his physical body in what amounted to a newfound extra-sensory perception, broadening his awareness of the unseen universe in a way that would make his life both easier and harder… both safer, and much, much more dangerous…
By the time Ron was finished draining his balls down into Yori's body, he was slumped forward with his face buried in her hair from above, and she was clutching at his asscheeks to keep his sex as deep inside of her as possible.
Slowly, sluggishly, semen chugged from Yori's overstuffed pussy to pool down between her thighs, until finally their climaxes came to an end and they shook with sensitivity…
Shlick, POP.
While slowly drawing back to his feet, Ron's cock squelched free from his lover's ultra-creamy, cum-fountaining cunt, spattering excess sperm all over her tummy and inner thighs in the process. A cum-covered canvas that writhed and squirmed atop the loveseat, her slim and sensual body shivering in orgasmic after-shocks, her hands rubbing Ron's cum into her flushed-pink skin, a loose and slutty smile slackening the features of her little, heart-shaped face.
"Maaaahster," Yori slowly, languidly moaned out, the single word overflowing with a relaxed form of elation, an absentminded and happy reminder that she was now HIS, along with what she intended to do with his cum out in the real world… At the same time, the woman reached out with her arms, and Ron eased down into the chair to pull the woman in his lap.
Kisses, dozens of them, unhurried, languid, packed full of emotion… Ron and Yori reveled in each other, and the importance of the moment.
"That was… it was so…" Yori whispered, before realizing that no description could encapsulate the soul-deep connection she just experienced with her lover, and the rest of her words devolved into a renewed moan of peak level contentment.
Nodding his understanding, Ron held the woman tighter, conveying how he felt with touch, with the motions of his body, and they melted into each other as they slowly came to terms.
"I know about the Fearless Ferret," Yori finally breathed out into Ron's neck.
"I know what it is to see the unseen," Ron replied in turn.
Nodding her head into Ron's hair, Yori drew in his scent as if he was fresh mountain air, and then she looked behind the two of them towards the door to Ron's mindscape. Clare was standing in the threshold of her domain, looking at the two of them as if waiting to interrupt. Yori nodded her head in silent assent, allowing Ron's spirit helper to float up to their sides.
"Now that your senses have expanded to perceive the spirits inhabiting the world outside of your body, they will see you in return, and they will attempt to interfere with your soul," Clare slowly but meaningfully described. "I suggest we return to your mindscape, where we will define the bounds of your domain, and create barriers to keep out foreign entities…"
With a deep indrawn breath that she released in a sigh, Yori slowly, reluctantly popped her fiercely tight and clinging little pussy off of Ron's continuously hard cock, leaking semen all over her loveseat until her pussylips suddenly snapped back to virgin tightness, and she banished the seed with a thought. "Clare san is correct, and I also want to begin teaching you how to interact with the MMP in a more natural fashion… so yes… we must stop pleasuring each other…"
The hangdog expression on Yori's face brought a wide and amused smile to Ron's even as he rose to his feet and conjured himself some clothing.
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After returning to his mindscape and sitting down within the bridge area in front of his mech avatar, Ron created a security station, complete with a CCTV camera set-up, and then he focused his attention on actually DEFINING the borders of his inner domain, which, after about an hour of reflection, he realized were about the size of Rhode Island. In doing so, Ron manifested a long, tall, unbroken wall that represented the boundary of his being, and he asserted with his will that it would keep out foreign existences. Next, he set up a series of cameras on the ramparts lining the wall, complete with a motion sensor suite which would alert him if something was trying to intrude.
"You just automated a skill that took me several years to master by feel," Yori pointed out, her voice relieved, chagrined, and just a little bit exasperated all at the same time... "An infra-red sensor net that represents your sensitivity to outside intrusion… ingenious."
"I grew up watching science fiction, fantasy and superhero movies," Ron rhetorically pointed out, as he knew that Yori knew that much, but he still wanted to smooth over her feelings."
Nodding her understanding, Yori squeezed Ron's hand and then drew him away from the bridge area of his mindscape, pulling him closer to the avatar itself, closer to the tank containing the MMP.
"What I want you to do for me now, is create a reservoir beside the power core, where I want you to introduce a small portion of the MMP," Yori explained in a soft and melodious sounding voice. "This small well of MMP will be the power that we will practice with, familiarizing you with how it feels to commune with spirit energy the usual way, the natural way…"
"So you're saying I'm unnatural," Ron asked, wry amusement in his voice.
"Yes," Yori instantly replied with a gesture up at the gigantic mech standing in front of them, "Nothing about this construct is natural, which is neither good or bad, it just is… but I do want you to know how to channel spiritual power like a living, breathing, organic animal."
With a nod and his focus centered up at the power core of his mech, Ron created a fridge sized secondary container in its chest made of half-foot thick safety glass, which he attached to his power core with yet another valve, and then he slowly, carefully, filled it with MMP until it was glowing with a bright blue light.
"Good, now, let us start with a very simple exercise," Yori began while circling around Ron's back to hug him from behind. "Feel the power within that tank. Feel it as an extension of your body, as an element of your soul… because that's exactly what it is. Any power that enters this place has become a part of you, and while the MMP does not agree with that sentiment… it is wrong."
With a deep indrawn breath, Ron centered his focus upon the blue glowing power… and he felt it resist any link he tried to create with it, but he also felt Yori wanting him to continue, believing in the process.
For several hours straight, Ron and Yori stood and then sat there in front of the mech, their focus on Ron's senses, and on building a link, a communion, with the MMP power.
Over time, Ron started feeling the ghost of… something… an influence that was so transient it was like touching cobwebs in the forest.
"You feel it, and that is all that matters," Yori quietly encouraged with a smile and a kiss to Ron's cheek. "Keep in mind that most students train every single day for years to solidify their influence over their power. You are doing well, Master, and appear to be quite gifted."
"I'd rather you keep the Master stuff to the bedroom if at all," Ron repeated for God knows what time. "We're lovers and you're one of my Sensei's. I don't want to have authority over you."
"I may be the Sensei now, but I think you are making light of how special you are and how strong you will become," Yori countered with a mock submissive smile. In fact, didn't Master Sensei give you your first vassals yesterday?"
"Watanabe, Saito and Mori san," Ron breathed out with a sigh. "They're less than impressive."
"Their caliber matters less than what they represent," Yori pointed out in return. "Squad leaders and elites gather vassals. They represent the expectations and approval of the school."
"I… didn't know that," Ron haltingly admitted, before his forehead knitted and he covered his mouth in a thinker's pose. "Why though?"
"To lay the groundwork," Yori pointed out. "To begin making you think like a leader, keeping matters like training, discipline and logistics in mind while you create a cohesive team."
"Isn't this a little cart before the horse," Ron asked. "I'm not even a member of the normal rank and file yet."
"Give up on that notion altogether," Yori mused while looking up at the mech. "I will call you Stoppable san when we are conversing casually because that is what you desire from me, but you are NOT normal… You never, ever, will be…"
For several moments, Ron and Yori simply stood there, as Ron digested his new lover's words. Then a thick mass of text started flowing up the messaging area of Ron's HUD system, and Clare materialized in place as he called her with a thought.
"As the text is informing you, Kim and Bonnie are in trouble over in America, as it appears several different villains have sprung a trap on a mission," Clare conveyed, mostly for Yori's benefit. "Thousands of genetically altered animals attacked Kim and the GJ agents on site, and it appears Camille Leon lured Bonnie to the mission by taking the place of an agent."
With a growl of mixed anger and concern, Ron ran over to the TV monitor of his pavilion area, while prompting Clare to display Kim's memories on the screen. Then he and Yori watched Kim's mission unravel into an unmitigated cluster-fuck of mutated creatures, toxic chemicals, and shape shifting surprises.
"I've got to get over to America ASAP," Ron breathed out, seemingly to himself.
"Master Sensei," Yori called out in a voice that contained a powerful surge of spiritual power.
"Yes, Yori san… Wait… what am I feeling right now," Master Sensei asked.
"I have become one of Stoppable san's soulmates, and am present inside of his mindscape, but that matter is of secondary importance at the moment," Yori quickly rattled off. "Stoppable san and I require level one priority transport to America, and we need it now."
Rather than responding with words, Master Sensei's presence instantly cut off, which Ron learned through Yori's facial expression meant the man was already acting on their behalf.
"Waking up now," both Yori and Ron said to each other at exactly the same time, before exercising their wills to exit their meditative sleep.
With a start, Ron opened his eyes to find Yori blinking back at him from her spot curled around his body, and she quickly kissed his cheek before breaking away from his body and running over to her chest of drawers. By the time Ron rose to his feet, the kunoichi was running back to his side with his clothing from the day before, and they were jumping in place as they pulled on their gis.
"What's priority one transport," Ron asked as they moved towards the door to Yori's room.
Despite the situation, and the fact that Yori was intensely focused on efficiency of movement, she still ended up shaking her head with a vaguely amused light in her eyes. "Tradition, Stoppable san. Revealing that would be doing you a disservice."
Without the benefit of the empathy that his mindscape provides, Ron had no way of sleuthing Yori's secrets, nor did he care. The two of them needed to get moving ASAP, so he threw open the door and followed Yori down the hallway in her intended direction.
They needed to get to Middleton NOW, and they couldn't afford any distractions.
God help anyone who attempted to slow Ron down…
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"I'm telling you, that wretch Stoppable san spent the entire night defiling the Hime, and I can PROVE IT," Sato yelped, as once again the man was kicked from behind, by a trio of Fukushima's vassals, and he stumbled down the hall in front of them.
"You better have proof, because if you don't we're going to… punish you… for your impertinence," Bushida, the leader of the trio growled out, his words impatient, serious in the extreme…
But then, Sato led Bushida around a corner into an older area of the school just in time to witness Yori and Stoppable san emerge from what was clearly someone's living quarters, where he caught sight of their disheveled hair, their hastily thrown on clothing, and the way they moved close together in concert, and his mouth dropped open in shock.
Very suddenly and very thoroughly, Bushida KNEW that Sato was telling the truth, and he froze in place with his peers at his sides, as they stared at the rapidly approaching pair. Then they saw the moment that Yori and Stoppable san saw them in return, they saw the moment Yori recognized the fact that they were caught, they saw Stoppable give Yori a conciliatory look, and finally they saw Yori san shake her head.
The Hime didn't want Stoppable san's apology. Apparently, she was unashamed of spending the night with him in her quarters.
All of Fukushima's vassals turned towards Bushida, the man who had the most authority among them, asking with their eyes what he thought they should do?
"Fukushima sama must hear of this," Bushida quietly determined, just a split second before Sato stepped out in front of Yori's advance, his eyes widened in alarm, and he pulled all of his peers towards the side of the hall.
Bushida cursed Sato's family line as the man was a fool! Yori san was by a large margin the most powerful spiritualist that their generation had to offer, so confronting her and her lover directly would only risk her ire for no reason at all.
"How DARE you corrupt the purity of Yamanouchi's Hime," Sato began screaming at Ron after squaring up in the center of the hallway and widening his stance. "The trainees at this school will destroy you now, you will NEVER…"
Around the time, Sato barked out the words DARE YOU, Stoppable san's body started glowing faintly blue, by the time, Sato yelled the word Hime, the boy was blurring down the hallway at such an absurd speed, Bushida and his peers accessed their spiritual powers to track his movements, and by the time Sato screamed out the word NEVER, his fist was just millimeters from Sato's jaw.
Crackle crack!
With enough force to kill a normal, unreinforced, civilian man, Stoppable san slammed his fist into and then through Sato's chin, breaking his jaw, casting a spray of broken teeth out of his newly pulped up mouth, and launching him several meters through the air to ragdoll down the hallway in an uncontrolled tangle of limbs.
Then the blond teen was continuing his jog down the hall as if the moment of ultra-violence never even happened, Yori was calling out for him to turn left at the corner, the two of them were disappearing from sight, and Fukishima's vassals were left staring at the newly broken man.
Apparently, Stoppable san hadn't forgotten the sucker punch that Sato attempted to deliver into his face on the very first day that they met.
"That wasn't Journeyman level," Bushida breathed out to his peers, causing them all to nod their understanding… If Fukushima sama was going to squash Stoppable san's ascension to ninja, it was going to need to happen soon, because the boy's rate of improvement was frightening. This was a daunting prospect to Bushida and his peers because Fukushima was all but obsessed with gaining possession of Yori, and the man was about to find out that she was taken by another…
Life at Yamanouchi was about to become hard, and the only way to solve the problem would be to ERASE the Gaijin from the student population.
"We need to move," Bushida sighed before turning away from Sato's crumpled form. "Everyone needs to learn of this, so that the appropriate response can be made…"
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Five minutes later, after moving through a rat's warren of increasingly old and obscure hallways, Ron and Yori arrived at a large, official looking door, with several very stern and capable ninja standing in front of it.
"We were told to expect your arrival," the tallest of the ninja called out. "Is there anything we can do before you leave?"
"A boy by the name of Sato san attempted to halt my progress in the hallway outside of my living quarters," Yori explained even as she pressed a hand into a biometric reader on the wall and the over-large door started sliding aside. "He will need medical assistance for a broken jaw, lost teeth, and a concussion."
After nodding his head as if such a thing was only natural, the unnamed ninja gestured for a pair of ninja to go take care of the problem, and then he followed Yori and Ron into the room beyond the door. Hundreds of monitors, just as many computers, several descending rows of ninja sitting at desks with tablets and styluses in hand organizing dozens of ninja teams all around the world. Yamanouchi was an organization just like GJ, and they were busy in the extreme.
Ron just barely managed to keep his mouth shut and his eyes in his head because he was a superb actor with a phenomenal poker face. Inside he was reeling because he did NOT see this coming.
"We are currently under the South Mountain peak of Yamanouchi valley where all of the missions are coordinated and all of the teams sortie in emergencies," Yori explained, even as they moved beyond what was clearly a command center into a secondary hallway, where they picked up a pair of swords, twin bandolier of kunai, another bandolier of shuriken,, some ninja wire, a pair of grapple guns, and other assorted tools.
Then they were following a functionary wearing jet black mechanic's fatigues down yet another hallway, and they were emerging into a massive hangar full of…
"Holy Gods," Ron breathed out, as he took in the closest airship, and the tech that it represented… The sleek, low, impossibly slick looking airship was hypersonic, which meant it was intended to operate at the very edges of Earth's atmosphere using several different ramjets… and it was a variety of tech that simply didn't exist… yet… Oh sure, it existed, THEORETICALLY, but only in Mr. Possible's office in the form of schematics, because building planes that can move at mach seven simply isn't cost efficient.
Then again, considering how many extra rockets were strapped to this particular bird's hull, it clearly wasn't built with consumer comfort in mind…
"This… is level one priority transport," Yori revealed with a smile that she couldn't quite contain. "It can get you anywhere on Earth within just an hour or two… and it's so rough on those that fly it, you need to be a spiritualist to survive the experience…"
"Boo yah," Ron slowly, quietly breathed out, as he moved towards the ladder that led into the beast.
It was time to make the most of his newly superhuman body.
It was time to go home…